Date: Mon, 3 Dec 2018 15:23:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Queen Mary Bell Boys Chapter 108

Queen Mary Bell-boys by badboi666

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Chapter 108

That afternoon Sir told the As that they would leave Queen Mary at 0800 the
next morning.  "Enjoy your last night together with the others," he said to
them, "come and see me at 0745 before you leave."

They came into Cabin 2 where the rest of us were talking excitedly about
what we had been told earlier, and what our various masters had told us.
Life for us would also start afresh at 0800 tomorrow.  Curiously enough it
wasn't a sombre mood any more.  Each of us was going to step into a new
chapter of our lives and we would be doing so in good Spartan form
alongside the boy - man in most cases - we loved.  The dangers were real
enough, but we couldn't (or wouldn't) think about them too closely.  What
was far more important was that the next 15 hours were the last we'd have
together as a team of twelve.  Andrew was the clearest thinker.  "Sir said
we were to enjoy our last night together.  Well, I reckon the best way to
do that involves Ryan and a lot of food and drink."  Charlie and I looked
at each other.  The As didn't yet know what Will had told us, and we were
both worried in case they thought we'd got off lightly.  Sam was less
concerned, and it was he who explained what Will had organised for the rest
of us.  George and Vincent said they would be hoping to join the Royal Navy
as divers when they were old enough.  "Sir's going to try to get us home,
but you old men clearly have priority." A pillow crossed the cabin at some
speed.

Alan was pleased for us, not least that we'd be together, but he didn't
seem jealous that we wouldn't be taking on TCH, as we'd already started to
call him.  Andrew seemed a bit torn, but if he was he didn't say anything.
"Maybe we'll pass each other somewhere," he said.

That possibly tricky exchange of news having taken place thoughts returned
to fuelling that night's orgy, for orgy it was certainly going to be.
Naturally Charlie and I as almost-galley-staff were delegated to beg Ryan's
assistance.  "You know as well as I do that he'll want to join in," I said,
"and I'm happy for that, but it's your last night.  Do you want him there?
Do you want any of the others?"  The As went into a huddle and a whispered
conversation took place.  The result was that Ryan would be most welcome,
and so would Larry.  I had no idea whether Larry was still on the ship, but
as Charlie still had a special fondness for the pool, all of three years
later, it was he who went there while I did the catering order.

At 2100 Ryan, Charlie and I bore a feast into Cabin 2.  The others had
somehow manhandled the beds from there into Cabin 3, making one large bed.
Larry had found some folding chairs and Cabin 2 had a table and chairs for
crowd waiting for what we brought in.  There were thick juicy steaks, kept
hot on the heated trolleys about which I had had a crash course earlier.
We were lucky, Ryan said, because these would be going into store soon.
Just to prove how versatile I had become I had also received training in
keeping the refrigerated trolley (on which was a mountain of different
flavours of ice cream) cold while the steaks were demolished.  In old age I
would have preferred a claret with my steak, but at 16 (or 17, 18, or 19)
beer, and lots of it, was what we wanted.  I caught a glance between Ryan
and Larry about all the beer we were putting away, but I knew that the
shower was just next door, and while it was less fun than the wet room by
the pool, it was a lot nearer, and wholly private.

Half an hour later we were all feeling very full, very happy and pretty
tipsy.  Not, you may think, ideal for fucking, but at that age food digests
quickly and liquor hasn't started to have its no-it-won't effect on your
cock.

"Before we start next door," said Javid, "the six youngest and best-looking
have something to say.  This is your night, Alan and Andrew.  You've served
with the other four for over three years.  We will wait until you six
oldies are exhausted before we start anything.  Then younger flesh will get
you hot for more action.  So it's a back seat for us."

It was Andrew who started the ball rolling.  He explained to Ryan and Larry
what we had got up to two nights earlier, and the night before.  "We've
fucked most of them twice each.  We want you two to fuck us so deep that we
remember tonight whatever happens to us.  And then we want to cum in as
many mouths as we can.  If we're all going to be dead in six months we
might as well fuck like there's no tomorrow."  It seemed a philosophy that
was likely to have been shared by countless millions of young men across
Europe that October.  Ryan and Larry got up and each took one of the As and
practically dragged him next door.  The rest of us got out of our clothes
and joined them.  When we got there all four of them were naked in a heap,
their clothes flung into a corner.  We lay on the bed watching the urgency
of what was happening.  Alan got onto all fours - he always preferred being
fucked from behind - while Andrew was on his back pulling his arse wide
open.  Larry shoved his cock in as Andrew had said he wanted it hard and
deep.  This was far from being a tender act of love-making: this was fierce
unrestrained animal rutting.  I'd seen Larry and Andrew fucking like this
before and I remembered that it has made Andrew so high that he remained
buoyed up for hours afterwards.  I was glad he was going to have another
high.  The last time his performance afterwards had been memorable, and
with a lot more beer inside him this time it would be spectacular.

Alan wanted something gentler, and Ryan was making long slow invasions of
Alan's arse.  Alan was cooing happily.  Tim leaned over and whispered
something in Alan's ear.  "Yeah," was the reply, "then Ryan can get in
there and finish me off."  "Out you come," said Tim, "he wants me to make
it nice and roomy for you," and he greased his hand and arm.  I've watched
Tim fisting people hundreds of times, and occasionally he puts on a
performance worthy of a medal.  This was one of his best.  He took twenty
minutes to get right in, twenty minutes in which Alan's moans never
stopped, twenty minutes when the rest of us (apart from Larry and Andrew)
watched fascinated.  Each time Tim's hand went in it went in another half
an inch - no more - and Alan's arse lips were stretched enormously.  When
his hand came out Alan's arse stayed open for a few seconds, then gradually
closed.  In Tim went again, half an inch further (moan), rotate slightly
(twitch), out again (arse gape), and so it went on.  At last his fist
passed right in (loud 'aaah!') and Alan reached a high plateau of sensuous
ecstasy.  All this time ribbons of precum had been leaking from his cock
and were pooling on the bed.  Sam leant over to give Alan's cock a quick
lick.  Now Tim pushed in hard and Alan pushed down.  Tim's elbow was an
inch outside, and that was as far as he got.  Alan moaned, "out Tim, I need
Ryan to fuck me hard now."  Tim couldn't resist a twist as his knuckled
passed over Alan's prostate, and his cock lurched, but he didn't come.  Not
then.  That happened a minute later as Ryan fucked him relentlessly, much
as Larry had fucked Andrew earlier.  Ryan rammed his cock into Alan and
yelled the news that he was coming.  Alan's cock then jerked and the
biggest spurt of spunk I had ever seen poured from it.  Most cums are
separate spurts, sometimes as many as 7 or 8; this wasn't like that - it
was as though a tap had been turned on.  One minute nothing, then a jet of
hot white lava poured out of Alan, travelling at least three feet and going
on - I'm not kidding - for six or seven seconds.  That doesn't sound a lot,
but just count it out and think of yourself shooting a flow of spunk for
that long.

Alan collapsed into a sea of precum and spunk.  As he did so Larry's cock
slipped out, allowing another sea of spunk to leak out down Alan's thighs.
He lay in this warm pool wreathed in smiles.  We whores who had been in the
same position often enough knew how enormously sensitive his skin would be
at that moment, and five of us were stroking him, his chest, his back, his
arse (although here the stroking was more a rubbing-in), his face (this, as
was right, by Andrew, who kissed his lips tenderly).  Those wonderful words
"I love you" and "me too" were heard.  They must have been uttered hundreds
of times in these three cabins.  This tender scene was shattered, as so
often, by the junior ex-Bell Captain who declared that as he was expecting
to sleep on one of these spunk-encrusted beds - which, he assured us,
troubled him not a bit - he would prefer it if it weren't also soaking with
piss and that accordingly, as his bladder was now at bursting point, he
intended to lead a party next door where, if he had anything to do with it,
a "monumental fucking piss session was going to take place."  So elegantly
spoken, my brother.  His words had the desired effect however, and even the
spent Alan levered himself up for the pleasures in store next door.

All twelve of us had pissed with the others on many occasions in the
showers (and elsewhere) since we first sailed from Southampton, but never
with Ryan.  When we'd had sessions with the other men it had always been
Francis, Larry and Will who were as keen on piss as we were, so I was
interested to see what would happen that night with Ryan.  This was the
first time so much beer had been drunk, so perhaps as well as having
bladders straining with beer his inhibitions would have been reduced.

As soon as we had all crowded into the shower room Tim and Sam stood close
together facing each other.  Tim's hand reached down and lifted both cocks,
each half-hard, so that they pointed upwards between their two bellies.
Then they hugged tightly.  We'd seen them do this - and we'd all done it
ourselves - but we wanted to see what Ryan made of it.  Tim and Sam both
sighed happily and piss started to pour from their bodies, down their legs
and into the drain.  With an effort they both stopped the flow and broke
apart slightly.  This was the signal for Charlie and me to link in the same
way, only making a square with the other two.  Charlie lifted our cocks and
we all squeezed together as Tim and Sam had done.  All four of us relaxed
our bladders and in a moment or two piss was pouring down our legs.  I saw
Ryan lick his lips.  Was he about to join in?

Before he could move Alan knelt in front of him and took his cock into his
mouth, licking and sucking keenly.  "He needs you to piss," said Andrew.
Ryan said it wasn't easy when you were hard and being sucked.  "You'll
manage," said Andrew, "all it needs is patience and a bit of practice."  He
knelt in front of Larry and started sucking his cock.  The four of us
quickly stopped pissing.  Charlie and Tim stood beside Andrew and hosed him
from head to foot, much of it splashing onto Larry.  It was an incredibly
sexy sight - or it was to us, accustomed as we were to the joys of golden
showers.  It was evident that, regardless of any reluctance he had shown
before, the sight of all the hot streams being forced out of teenaged cocks
was removing any last inhibition from Ryan.  "Oh hell, I suppose I must,"
he muttered and relaxed enough for a trickle of his piss to dribble into
Alan's mouth.  Alan swallowed as fast as his mouth was filled, the effect
of which was to milk Ryan's cock of more, and yet more of his beer.
"Mmmm!" murmured Alan between big swallows, "tasty!"  Larry had another
idea.  He suddenly stepped back a few inches allowing his piss to spray
onto Andrew's face before running down his chest.  Andrew immediately
rubbed the copious piss into his skin.  Larry aimed his cock at Charlie and
Tim, liberally coating them with what had recently been three pints of
Cunard's finest beer.  And Ryan?  Assisted by Sam and me Alan had coaxed
piss from him, slowly at first but quickly becoming a torrent as he found
it was nicer to piss into a boy than to waste it in the normal manner. It
would have been nice to have the two of them pissfuck the As on their last
night, but sadly it didn't happen.

Our bladders soon emptied and we stood about enjoying the glow of what we
had all done.  It was Sam who turned on a shower and jolted us all into
thinking that clean bodies might make the next bout of sex more agreeable
(debatable in my view, and in the view of my colleagues), but if we wanted
to be fucked by Ryan and Larry then getting nice and clean was not to big a
price to pay.  We quickly rinsed off the piss, and dried ourselves.  Back
next door it was time for more fun.

Then something struck me.  "Larry, is the sling we've been using portable?"
"Yes, it folds away.  You don't think it was sitting there for all the
passengers to gaze at, do you?"  "Can we bring it down here before all the
stuff is taken off to storage?  If we help, will you set it up in Cabin 4?"
"Yeah, OK.  Do you want to do it now?"  Alan said that he had enjoyed the
sling, and if he and Andrew were leaving the next day this would be their
last chance.  I heard the 'their' with interest.  Was Andrew going to allow
Alan to play arse games in the sling?  So far he'd not been in it as far as
I knew.  The decision made itself therefore.  Larry said it needed three
people, so he and the As put clothes on.  The ten of us went into Cabin 4
and made space for our new toy.

Twenty minutes later they came back with the sling in pieces, and after
another quarter of an hour they had erected it in its new home.  It would
spend the whole of the War there.  Alan and Andrew, now naked again and
sweating profusely, smiled at their handiwork.  "You won't mind if we
christen it, will you," said Andrew.  "He's never stopped telling me how he
gets guys up in it and gives them a good seeing-to, and I've never wanted
to, but tonight's different.  It may be the only chance I ever get in one
of these."  His voice choked.  He wasn't the only one for whom the prospect
of a life cut short without warning was suddenly very real.  Alan put his
arms round him and kissed him softly on the lips.  "Enjoy tonight, forget
about tomorrow, love.  Up you get."

Andrew settled himself comfortably, his ankles in the straps and his arse
spread wide, and Alan started to rim him gently.  I was lying between
Charlie and Tim, and we were stroking each other - not our cocks, just the
nearest bit of skin, arm, shoulder, thigh, whatever.  We picked up from the
As that this was about tactile sensations, not directly sexual ones.  The
other four couples were doing the same.  It was ten minutes before Alan
reached for the grease and put a finger in.  Andrew's arse had been opened
by Alan's tongue by then - they obviously did this a lot in their cabin,
but never before in the sling - and as a finger went in Andrew squirmed.
"It's much better in this thing," he murmured happily, "I'm more opened
up."

Opened up he certainly was, and as Alan added his second and third fingers
Andrew's arse eagerly drew them in.  Tim and I were keen to see whether
Alan's fist could be accommodated.  "How much more can you get in?" asked
Tim, unable to conceal his curiosity.  "Wait and see," said Alan, "we've
never used the sling before.  On our bed we've never got more than four in,
but we want to try more."  Tim and I exchanged a look and an imperceptible
(except to each other) shake of the head.  I mouthed "you," and he gave a
tiny nod.

Andrew was twitching as Alan's fingers probed and stretched.  "Oh, fuck,
Al, this is great.  Why haven't we thought of this before?  Try your fist,
I'm ready, I need it."  Alan took his hand out and Larry greased it
liberally.  Ryan applied grease to Andrew's arse - not that it needed it,
being very wet already - but if a nice arse like Andrew's was unattended
for a few seconds, why give up the chance to give it a feel?  Alan put
three fingers in again and Andrew sighed deeply, "yeah, now Al."  Alan made
the wedge and pushed.  Andrew grimaced.  "Push, Andrew," said Tim and Sam
at the same moment.  Andrew pushed and Alan was in.  "Oh Christ, Al, it's
too big, take it out, sorry, sorry," cried Andrew.  Instantly Tim was
greasing his hand and arm.  I took Alan's arm and pulled him clear.  I
whispered so that no-one else could hear.  "Let Tim do it.  His hands are a
lot smaller than yours, and he's bloody good at it.  What you want for
Andrew is that he experiences being fisted.  Who does it isn't important.
Go and kiss him - no-one else can do that like you can."  Alan nodded and
went to stand by Andrew's head.  He bent to kiss his lips and whispered
something.  Andrew nodded and smiled happily.  I saw him mouth "thanks" and
kiss Alan.  "Right, Tim," he said, "do your worst."

Tim grinned.  When he got to the point where his fist would - or wouldn't -
be accepted he said "push, hard, harder than you've ever pushed before -
NOW" and of course his hand slipped right in, as he had known it would.
Andrew's 'aaah!' was one of astonished delight, not of pain.  Tim held his
fist just inside, waiting while Andrew got used to the invasion.  After a
moment he said, "yeah, now get up there, Tim, and see what you can find."
Catholic altar boys are obedient, if nothing else, and soon Tim's elbow was
only a couple of inches outside.  Andrew's sighings and moanings were a joy
to hear.  Alan was standing behind him, stroking his head and planting
kisses.  The only think receiving no attention was Andrew's cock, red and
rigid, dripping precum.  Much as we were tempted to get our hands, or lips,
on it we knew that he was on a hair-trigger.  He would deal with it at the
right time, either himself or by seeking a helping hand.  Or mouth.

Tim began a long slow fist fuck, never taking his hand right out (we saved
that for more experienced fistees) but with a stroke of over 12 inches it
was a new feeling for someone never fisted before.  Andrew's noises were
now incoherent; his toes were clenched; his fingers scrabbling for
something to hold on to.  Charlie and I got up and stood on either side,
each taking a hand.  I don't think anyone had grasped my hand as tightly as
Andrew grasped it that night as waves of ecstasy broke nearer and nearer,
none yet overwhelming him.  "Oh Jesus Jesus Jesus," he said, "it's ..."

His cock streamed cum even more fiercely than Alan's had earlier.  Alan was
all over Andrew's face, an unrestrained exchange of tongue music; Tim's
hand slipped out and immediately grasped his own cock, wanked furiously and
jetting his spunk onto the large pool on Andrew's belly.  As with Alan's
earlier, this pool was soon added to, and shortly after was gone.  It was
at that point that Javid and his band of still-horny and charged-up able
seamen joined in.  "Since we joined," he said to Alan, "you two have been
playing in Phil's group.  George and Vincent get to mess around with you
two each night, but we don't.  So tonight's our last chance to get frisky
with you both.  Nigel, Graham, Prince and I wish to give you something to
remember us all by, but you two get to choose what that is."

Javid was evidently the leader of the gang of six.  "We want to give you
two the send-off to end all send-offs," he said.  "None of us young sexy
ones has come for over 24 hours, so we've got bags of energy and bags of
spunk.  All that spunk is for you - all you have to do is get it out of
us."  As he was saying this Nigel and Prince went to Alan, and he and
Graham went to Andrew.  "OK, you two, who do you want first?"

Alan didn't hesitate.  "I want Prince to fuck me - anything else with that
cock would be a waste."  Prince grinned happily and skinned his foreskin
back for Alan to enjoy the juice leaking from his erect cock.  Alan bent to
lick and to taste.  "Mmm, that's spicy, Prince.  Nigel, I need you to suck
me."  Nigel was onto Alan's cock immediately, licking and sucking hungrily.
"Not so fast, Nigel, we've got all night," said Prince, "I want him
begging."

Alan got onto his back, his legs hanging down over the side of the bed.
Vincent stepped forward and knelt on the floor between Alan's legs.  He
started to lick the well-used path from behind Alan's arsehole to his
balls.  Back and forward he sent, each time swirling his tongue round
Alan's arse lips, engorged and excited as they had become.  Nigel bobbed
his head on Alan's cock in time with Vincent's licking.  Prince stood
beside the bed slowly wanking himself, allowing the tip of his cock to
brush Alan's lips.

On the other bed Andrew was getting the same treatment from Graham rimming
him, Javid sucking his cock and George teasing his mouth with the precum
leaking from his cock.  The rest of us enjoyed watching.  It was a delight
to see the six of them giving so much high octane sexual delight to the As.
Most of us knew that they would be unlikely to have another night like this
- wherever they went to serve would be bound to make unrestrained sex hard,
if not impossible.  No doubt the As knew this as well, because they were
making a lot of noise.  If this was the last time they were going to have
three boys servicing them they were going to make it memorable.

It was Prince who took things to the next stage.  "It's time I fucked you
now.  Vincent's got you good and hot.  I will set you on fire."  Vincent
stepped away and Alan shuffled a couple of feet back, allowing Prince to
kneel on the bed.  Alan already had a glazed look.  "Come on, Prince, get
it in.  Make every fucking inch count.  I want to be hurt."  This was
unexpected, but perhaps Alan just wanted to get Prince even more fired up
than he already was.  Prince touched Alan's arse lips with the head of his
cock, and slowly ran it round the edge of Alan's arse.  "Fast or slow?"
"Hard.  Hurt me."

It took Prince less than a second to get all 9 plus inches deep inside
Alan, who cried out as he was ruthlessly penetrated.  "Oh fuck, Prince,
that was agony.  Do it again."  Prince grinned.  "Are you sure?"  "Yes,
dammit, I need you to hurt me.  Just fuck me as hard as you can."  Prince
needed no further encouragement.  He fucked Alan as hard as he could - not
fast, just making each inward stroke hard, his belly slamming against
Alan's thighs, his cock stabbing deep inside Alan's guts.  I looked at
Alan's face.  It was covered in sweat - no surprise there - but I was
astonished to see a huge smile.  This was a new Alan, one I hadn't known
about.  Had his experience with men in the last year given him a taste for
really rough fucking?  Certainly when he'd been whipped three years earlier
he'd hated every second of it, but being fucked as mercilessly as Prince
was giving him wasn't in the same category as being whipped.  I would
probably never know, but there was no doubt whatever that Alan was loving
every minute.

Nigel still had Alan's cock in his mouth although with the heavy treatment
from Prince Alan's body was moving violently.  All Nigel could do was keep
his lips round their target and let his tongue fill Alan's glans with
sensual overload.  When Prince had displaced him Vincent had moved to kneel
over Alan's chest allowing his cock to tease Alan's mouth.  It was a tight
squeeze for Nigel between Alan's raised knees and Vincent's back, but it
seemed to work.

Prince moaned that he was getting close.  "Hard, fill me up, I want to feel
every spurt," muttered Alan.  Prince growled and gave a final violent
lunge.  His cock pulsed over and over again, spunk flooding Alan's arse.
Nigel took his mouth off Alan's cock and gave it half a dozen quick strokes
- enough for Alan to shoot a volley of spunk high onto Vincent's back.
When Vincent felt the force of hot spunk landing between his shoulders he
wanked quickly.  "Open," he said, and Alan's mouth received Vincent's
24-hour pent-up spunk.  I was exhausted just watching, and the four of them
moved into a big spunky cuddle.  Only Nigel hadn't come.  "Suck me off,
Prince," he whispered.  It didn't take more than a minute for Prince's
mouth to be filled with Nigel's spunk, the process being finally brought
about by Nigel's arse being filled with three of Alan's fingers rubbing the
boy's prostate.  When I finally breathed out having watched all this I was
conscious that I hadn't remembered breathing in for several minutes.

Much the same was going on on the other bed, although Andrew's request had
not been to be fucked so hard it hurt.  What he has asked Javid to do was
to try to fuck him for as long as possible.  Consequently when the other
four were in a spunky heap no-one had yet come.  Javid was deep inside
Andrew's arse, but each stroke was slow.  George and Graham were kneeling
on opposite sides of Andrew's head, allowing him to turn his head this way
and that, with a hot hard cock in just the right place whichever way he
faced.  "Come in my mouth, both of you," he said.  George and Graham
nodded, and each of them started wanking.

George got there first.  "Here it is ... " and five, six ropes of cum shot
from his cock.  Andrew managed to get his mouth round George's cock for the
last three pulses, but the first three coated Andrew's face, some of it
shooting as far as Graham's cock.  Most of us were driven to more urgent
wanking by the lubrication of another boy's spunk, and Graham was soon
adding to the face-painting.  Andrew got most of what poured from Graham's
cock in his mouth, but Andrew's face needed attention.  George and Graham
were enjoying a deep kiss over Andrew's head and during the few seconds
this afforded Tim was in there, busily hoovering up a considerable quantity
of warm fresh cum.  Javid, watching all this, said "nearly" and with the
next deep plunge in his whole body shook as his balls emptied into Andrew.
He reached forward and wanked the hard cock in front of him.  Andrew needed
only a few quick strokes.  His cum left a long white line from between his
nipples to a spattering round his navel.  They too fell in a heap, lips
seeking other lips.

After orgasms as intense as those had been it was unlikely that much more
would take place.  The heaps gradually untangled, but each bed still had
four exhausted happy cummy males sleeping in very close proximity within
ten minutes.  Those of us who had been mere spectators for the preceding
half hour were all smiling happily.  The knowledge that the As would be
leaving in just a few hours was temporarily pushed into the background;
what we were all conscious of was that the six had given a truly
extraordinary 30 minutes of ecstasy to two shipmates.  That they might
never see them again was irrelevant.  Sam put his arms round Tim and
Charlie put his arms round me.  He whispered in my ear, "I'm so glad we're
going to be together.  I couldn't stand losing you."  I looked in his eyes.
"I love you, Charlie, did I ever tell you?"  Funnily enough I could hear
Sam and Tim whispering too, but I couldn't make out the words.  I didn't
really need to.


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The fun continues in Chapter 109 as the Able Seamen take their farewell of
the As, and George and Vincent prepare to go.  The photographs in Queen
Mary 2 are real.  I saw them while making a transatlantic crossing last
year, and the boy I describe as "me" is really cute.  I'm sure he had
adventures ...

Drop me a line at badboi666@btinternet.com - that is after you've dropped
nifty a few quid.
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